Animal Instincts

You can only keep a wolf caged up for so long. They build layers of fencing in place when you become an adult because they know how dangerous you can be if set free.

Every time I chew through a chain and whittle my exit hole larger they beat me like Charles Bronson. But every time I learn a little more, and I get a little closer to running wild along waterways, eating housecats.

You may find yourself commissioned to a small cube with carpet walls 50 hours per week. Maybe instead you live some kind of champagne lifestyle, jet setting and trading from your yacht. I am somewhere in the middle of these two, scarred up from these corporate shackles while my robot existence travels across the world extracting shekels.

My spirit is nearly free. And I assure you, once I break loose, the corporate machine will take orders from my helper robots.

Elroi is alive and well, today I fed him a few hundred thousand bits of tick data and the color quickly returned to his cheeks. I need to rewire some of his neuropaths to ensure he doesn’t do anything stupid, but he caught the move lower this afternoon effortlessly, cashing in before the entire fade was faded. Welcome back Elroi, you were missed.

My portfolio of stock lunacy started the day peak risk. I sold down some SINA. Early on I was up over three percent, I finished the day up over a percent. I have been running at a one percent plus return per day since ringing in the New Year. I want it to continue. Nothing satisfies, as my good comrade The Rhino would say. I want to beat up monks and take their trinkets so I can sell them on craigslist.

I need to finance my infinity pool and more. I am still very long. Stock picking is working well. I still like TSLA right here, and CMG is something I want to stalk for a snack.